Doctor Who Vs Scratchman: Part 16

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The Doctor, Elena and Yarox had managed to trek their way through the snowstorm of Heleim with the aid of several of the Elves and their technology which did its best to shield the travellers from the lethal cold of Scratchman’s domain.

Even then however they were all finding it difficult to walk. The Doctor had almost collapsed at certain points.

“Remind me to do all of those things I said I’d only do when hell froze over” The Doctor said through chattering teeth. “I’m a man of my word after all.”

Along the way they had been lucky enough not to encounter any of old Harry’s monstrous servants, save for the Corpse Eater. They had briefly seen the monster flying high above a few times, but fortunately it didn’t appear to notice them. The snowstorm was so fierce that they could barely see the giant above, and so not surprisingly it also missed the tiny creatures below too.

At bottom of the other end of the latest hill the Doctor, his companions and the Elves had barely managed to climb there was the corpse of one of the Frost Giants, sprawled out below. The monster must have been over 200 feet tall. Aside from its great size it looked human for the most part, though its skin was bright blue, and it had razor sharp fangs and claws.

“I hope whatever did that isn’t still around.” The Doctor said as they prepared to slowly walk down the steep hill. Up ahead was the giant mountain the Elves leader said the portal existed on.

As the Time Lord and his companions neared the end of the hill, the Corpse Eater suddenly flew ahead of them and landed on the giant’s corpse.

“Don’t worry” the Elf leader said. “If we keep quiet he should miss us.”

Suddenly however the Frost Giant rose up and reached for the Corpse Eater.

“You really don’t stay dead long in this realm do you?”

Some of the Elves fled in panic, but the Doctor, Elena, Yarox and the Elf leader remained calm, and slowly crept out of the monsters view.

Fortunately it didn’t matter either way as the beasts were so caught up in fighting one another.

The Giant grabbed the bird by its talons and pulled it down to the snow. It then tried to stamp on the Vulture’s body, but the giant Bird wiggled free from the monsters grasp and flew straight into the Frost Giant’s face. The Giant let out a deafening scream as the Bird went sliced through one of its eyes, but the pain only drove the monster on. The giant reached out and tried to grab the Birds wings. In the struggle however the Bird managed to slash its claws across the Giants throat cutting it open.

The Giant then stumbled back a few feet, before the Bird went for its head which it caught between its two talons and started to crush, after which the Giant then collapsed face down in the snow, with the Corpse Eater landing on its back.

“He’ll only have a half hour or so to finish that meal before the Frost Giant pops up again. Should be more than enough mind you.” The Elf Leader said.

The Doctor looked up at the giant mountain ahead of them.

“We’ll never make it up there. Look how long it took just to get up that hill. I’m already struggling to stand.”

“Me too” Elena said weakly.

“We have no choice, it’s the only way up.”

Suddenly the Corpse Eater started to fly into the air screaming.

“He goes to all that effort and then he just leaves his meal?” The Doctor asked. Through the Blizzard the Elf king could see several more Frost Giants running in the direction the Corpse eater had flown.

Scratchman’s castle was now the only scrap left of the universe he had called home for the past several millenia.

In a way he was almost sad to see it go. He had spent so long in this domain, the monster felt he had time to create the perfect Demons, most of whom had fallen into the oblivion around them. Still old Harry wouldn’t be losing any sleep over it.

The Demon had managed to connect the TARDIS’s “veins” to the tiny crack still left in the forcefield. The TARDIS had tried to trick the Demon a few more times, but Scratchman was either too wiley for the TARDIS, or if he did suspect trickery he would simply threaten to make the TARDIS flay more prisoners that he still kept protected from the war zone his castle had become.

“In a matter of minutes a new world will fall and tremble before my feet.” Scratchman said with giddy anticipation.

Some of Scratchman’s enemies had managed to make their way into his castle before it collapsed, thanks to the Black Knight, the armies man on the inside. Among those who had escaped the oblivion included the Queen of the Harpies, who was now possibly the last of her kind. She still fought against Scratchman’s Demons even though they had mostly been reduced to fleeing now.

The Harpy Queen picked up one of Scratchman’s most notorious torturers from the rabble of fleeing monstrosities and flew him towards the very edge of the castle that was beginning to crumble away into nothing.

“Do you remember a Harpy named Eiserka? Do you!” She screamed as she dangled him over oblivion.

“Please I can help you, I swear I can. Scratchman’s power is depleting. He is not erasing this universe out of choice, he needs to escape it as much as we do. If we strike together we can take the monster down.”

The Harpy considered this.

“He is trying to use an alien’s vessel to escape.”

“I know all about the Time Lord’s vessel. In fact chances are I knew about it before you did. Still you’ve shown me that his power over his minions is genuinely fading. I thought this reality crumbling was just his usual scorch the earth, or rather universe policy, but you’d never have told me he was weak before. I can tell when you’re lying. Still I don’t believe you were forced into hurting people at his command. I know you. You loved it.” She said as she dropped him into the abyss below.

The blue Harpy flew over the crowd of Demons and monsters below.

“This universe is crumbling. Many of us suspected it for a long time, but some of us foolishly held out hope that Scratchman could be appeased, or that if we helped slaughter one another we’d be spared his wrath.

He’s going to flee this reality in a matter of minutes and leave us to go tumbling into oblivion. You can see it around you, whilst he’ll be laughing at us as he tears apart another universe. Now is the time to stop him. He’s weak, weaker than he’s ever been before, which is why he can’t hold this universe together. We can at last make him pay for turning us into his servants. What will you do, remain loyal to a Demon that’s about to condemn you to oblivion, or try and drag him down with us.”

Not all of the Demons responded to her speech, but enough of Scratchman’s minions who had barely managed to claw their way into his castle didn’t need much more encouragment to fight him. A horde of Demons and Centaurs and Satyrs charged their way through Scratchman’s halls.

The Demon had been observing this on his scanner.

“Do they honestly think that I’d get this far and let them stop me?” Scratchman said as he opened up portals to his previous hell dimensions.

A whole host of new monsters soon emerged to tackle the army, they included the gigantic Griffins from the bridge dimensions, Frost Giants and Erlik the king of the tar dimension.

“That should keep them busy. Now where were we” Scratchman said as he returned to the TARDIS.

In the realm of Heleim the Doctor, Yarox, Elena and the Elves had followed the Corpse Eater to a large valley up ahead where they saw several hundred Frost Giants running towards  a massive portal.

“Another portal, brilliant, I for one wasn’t looking forward to climbing in this frightful weather.” The Doctor said.

“Are you insane” the leader of the Elves snapped.

“We’ll never get by that many of the Giants.”

“I doubt they’d see us through this snow storm” Yarox said.

“He’s right, we just have to hope they don’t notice us. From the looks of things Harry has called them up for a particular reason. If we keep our heads down we might have a chance. What other choice do we have anyway?” The Doctor replied.

The weary travellers crept through the blazing storm keeping well clear of the thundering giants until they reached one side of the portal. Fortunately the monsters didn’t take any notice of them.

“Okay we only have one chance here, we need to run into the portal and once we get there hold on.”

“To what?”

“Yourself. You don’t think Scratchman would make it easy for people just to slip through realms like that. If you thought the cold out here was bad. There’s a good chance we won’t survive.”

The travellers waited for a few more minutes until a chance presented itself, with the nearest Frost Giants being a about 30 or so feet away (though it was still hard to make out in the blizzard.)

As they prepared to run into the portal however the Elves stopped the Doctor, Elena and Yarox in their tracks at the sound of a massive roar they knew only too well.

“Garmr” the leader of the Elves said.

“We need to go now.”

Before they could retreat however, a gigantic Wolf emerged from the portal. Little did the Elves know the Wolf could sense the second anyone got near the portal and could teleport there in an instant. (Virtually no Elves had ever lived long enough to reach the portal.)

There really was no escape from one of Scratchman’s hells if he didn’t want it.

The Wolf was gigantic, it must have measured over 100 feet long and stood over 50 feet tall.

Despite this however in contrast to the Corpse Eater it could see the Doctor and the others very clearly through the blizzard. Worse the Frost Giants behind had been alerted to their presence by Garmr.

As all seemed lost suddenly another figure came charging its way out of the portal. It was the black knight.

“Sorry for taking so long Time Lord.” The Knight said.

“I had some business to attend to upstairs.”

To Be Continued

The Savage Era: Part 1: True Monsters

“You useless little bitch. You had one job, one job. If your father was here he’d fucking kill you.”

Leontine overheard this disgusting tirade from upstairs as she was forced to roast what was left of their beloved family pet, or rather her little sister, Lehia’s pet Donkey Serania over a spit.

It was a hard enough situation she and her sister were in anyway, but their mother Cyreian had pushed them both to almost breaking point.

Cyreian had never been a good mother to her girls. They had always been much closer to their father, but in the last three years as the village of Hesora had become cut off from the city, and food supplies had become scarce (thanks to Demons coming to occupy the wastelands in between the city and the outer villages.) Cyreian began to snap under the pressure. When her husband was killed by a Demon raid on the village however, just 2 years ago, her relationship with her children completely broke down.

Of the two of them she seemed to value Leontine more because she was stronger and could look after herself, but still largely held both girls in contempt.

Lehia came running into the living room, sobbing. She hadn’t wanted see her beloved pet in this state, but now she didn’t care.

Leontine hugged Lehia who was covered in cuts and bruises, promising her little sister that things would be different soon even if she knew they weren’t. She’d always defended Lehia when they were very young children. Both girls were still only teenagers, with Lehia being 17 years old and Leontine being 19. Now however, every day Leontine was letting her sister be bullied by their mother, other than the odd weak sign of protest.

Leontine had faced down many bullies in her time on the rough streets of Hesora. Even before the Demons the village wasn’t exactly a peaceful, serene place. With her mother however it was different. Leontine had always been scared of her, even though it was ridiculous as her mother was small and frail, whilst Leontine stood over 6 foot tall and through the labour she’d been forced to take up after fathers death, incredibly strong. Leontine found she still couldn’t stand up to her mother however, as much as she wanted to.

Cyreian soon came storming into the room after Lehia sporting a black eye.

“You were supposed to help me.” Cyreian said carrying a large stick.

“You should have never taken her there in the first place.” Leontine replied, somewhat sheepishly.

“Well I could hardly leave her here to protect our supplies, could I?”

Cyreian and Lehia had attempted to steal from Kenisal’s farm, which normally supplied food to the entire village. Now however thanks to the Demons it was forced to ration it’s supplies until a new shipment came in from the city every month.

Lehia had lost her nerve during the theft and she had inadvertantly spooked several of the animals, which had alerted the owner of the farm.  Cyreian tried to take the food by force, but it didn’t end well for her as her black eye attested.

Worse than that however as they had tried to steal rations, then the three women would be blacklisted for the next 3 months.

As it was they weren’t getting that many food rations anyway. They were deemed low skilled workers by Kenisal, not important enough for the wellbeing of the village.

Even though almost all of their supplies were gone, Lehia still didn’t want to sacrficie Serania, but Cyreian had beaten her bloody after the botched robbery into submission.

Cyreian however was more just taking out her frustration out on her daughter for the foiled robbery. By this stage Lehia was so intimidated by her mother that she could got her to go along with what she wanted, with just a threatening look.

Tonight would be even worse for Leontine and Lehia than normal however as they would be forced to remain indoors at all times as tonight was when the Liroca Demon prowled the streets.

The Liroca was a particular type of Demon known as a Vandal. Hideous, clawed, soul devouring monsters. There were hundreds of different breeds of Vandals, all with their own powers, but they all fed on souls.

The Liroca could not enter a house uninvited and therefore at night the people of the village would make sure they remained indoors. The Demon however would still snack on several of the homeless and the guards who did their best to try and protect the village.

The beast arrived in the village every night of the first week of a new month. Its hunting habits were so rigid, yet in all this time no one had been able to lay a trap for the beast. Its biggest strength was the fact that it could phase through solid objects and avoid any attempt to stab its heart with a silver sharp (its only weakness alongside sunlight.) The enchantments that had been supplied to the city had been able to hold out most of the other Demons that prowled the wasteland, but the Vandal’s teleporting powers were evidently able to overcome any type of magic.

“I hope you didn’t lose the silver knife.” Cyreian said to Leontine.

“It’s in my room. We won’t need it. The Vandal will have plenty of homeless to feast on. As bad as things are for us we can always be thankful we have a roof over our heads.” Leontine said.

“Not when you share it with a worthless idiot like this.” Cyreian spat at Lehia. “Is dying slowly from hunger because of this idiot worse than a quick stab in the stomach by some clawed Demon? Mind you either way I’ll be free of her.”

Ignoring her mothers cruel taunts, Leontine started to cut large chunks off of Serania’s body.

Lehia couldn’t take it anymore. For a moment she almost considered running out into the streets and letting the Vandal eat her, but then she thought about how she couldn’t leave Leontine with their mother and so she simply ran upstairs again.

“She’s not getting off that easy. I’m going to make sure she eats some of that stupid animal she loved so much. For her sake as much you understand. She needs to keep her strength up.”

Leontine slammed down two large chunks of burnt meat on the table.

It wasn’t the most appetizing looking meal. The primitive equipment Leontine had and her lack of cooking skills in general had burnt it to the point where it looked more like charcol.

“Useless fucking animal. Could never carry anything, was babied by that moron up there, ate too much, and now even in death it makes for a disgusting meal.” Cyreian said as she spat out bits of the foul “meal” in front of her.

“To think what we could have been eating tonight instead.”

“What happened?”

“What do you think happened? Your sister. She messed up again like she always does, and as per usual I paid the price for it.” Cyreian said as she gently felt her black eye.

“She spends far too much time up there, time she could be working. Is it any wonder she’s so useless.”

“Can you blame her for wanting to be up there away from you?” Leontine said, still somewhat meekly.

“What was that?

“You heard me?” Leontine said whilst not even looking up at her sorry excuse for a mother.

“I know she doesn’t always pull her weight, but she’s just a child.”

“There’s no such thing in this world as just a child anymore.” Cyreian said firmly. “Look at it out there. Everybody too scared to leave their houses because of one Demon. One. Beyond our village meanwhile there are hundreds of thousands of Demons worse than that creature we’ll all be hoping settles for some bloody tramp tonight All over the world there are more and more of those monsters every year. Either crawling out of the hell they came from, or turning other people into monsters like them. How can you possibly expect someone like Lehian to cope if she’s not going to toughen up a little.”

“You’re not doing it to make her cope. You’re doing it because you can’t cope” Florence said, for once with a bit more confidence.

“What do you mean?”

“You can’t cope. You’ve failed your daughters and you know it.”

Before Leontine could even finish, her mother struck her across the face. It barely hurt Leontine, but she had to control her anger all the same.

Cyreian, foolishly thinking her girl was afraid of her, picked up her stick and slammed it down on the table.

“Another fucking word and I’ll throw you out there to be eaten by that Vandal. Understand.”

Leontine didn’t say anything but she stood up, towering over and glaring at her mother which unnerved Cyreian for a few minutes before Leontine went up to her room. Cyreian then threw the burnt meat her daughter had made out of the window.

“Useless pet for a useless girl” she said before stomping off to bed.

Neither Cyreian or Leontine would get to sleep however. It was always difficult whenever the Vandal stalked the village. Leontine would always looked out the window of her room, clutching the silver knife in case the monster got anywhere near.

There was no sign of the Demon in her neighbourhood. In fact she had only seen it come by this area once. She’ll never forget the sight of the monster murdering an old homeless man. The Vandals fed using their claws. They’d stab their clawed hands into their victims chests or stomachs and absorb their souls into their bodies, destroying them in the process. The Vandal didn’t just kill their victims, they destroyed everything about them, making them among the most feared Demons.

After a few hours Leontine started to drift off, but she was soon roused by the sound of screaming across the hall.

“I knew it. I knew it, you lying, cheating little bitch!” Cyreian screamed before storming out of the room holding a small rabbit. Cyreian spotted Leontine peering out of the door and shouted at her.

“Can you believe this, we’re starving and she is keeping this rodent from us?”

“Please, please it’s the only friend I have.” Lehia sobbed on her knees.

Leontine tried to calm Lehia down, but her little sister couldn’t take it anymore and ran down the stairs after her mother.

In the living room, Cyreian was already wielding a cleaver, preparing to part the animals head from its shoulders. This time Lehia tackled Cyreian, but Cyreian not only pushed her to the ground but actually held her meat cleaver up.

For once however, Lehia stood up to her mother and tackled her mother to the ground. She then opened the door to the house and put her rabbit outside. The Vandal wouldn’t hurt the rabbit. It was only interested in people, but there is no way that Cyreian would risk going outside to get the rabbit back.

“You nasty, spiteful little bitch. You’d let your mother and your sister starve to save that dumb animal.”

Cyreian threw her cleaver at Lehia which narrowly missed her and smashed the window behind. She then picked up her stick and started to batter Lehia viciously.

“I’m fed up with you. ” Cyreian said as she dragged her daughter to the fire place.

“No please, please, Leontine, help me, help” Lehia shouted.

Leontine couldn’t take it anymore. Her mothers pitiful attempts to bully her earlier had alerted Leontine to just how pathetic and frail her mother was. She rushed down the stairs and stopped her mother from sticking Lehia’s face in the fire.

Cyreian then tried to strike Leontine, but she easily pulled the stick from her crazed mother. Overcome with rage Leontine hit her mother over the head with her own stick.

Cyreian was instantly knocked to the floor, weak and bloodied.

For the first time Leontine saw her mother as the weak, cowardly, feeble woman she was. No longer did she seem like the powerful figure who could throw her out onto the streets, take away her food supplies for several days, or lock her in her room.

All of the repressed anger and hatred she had for mother came flooding out and she repeatedly hit Cyreian whilst she was on the floor with her own stick until it broke. She then started to punch her face with all her strength for several minutes until ironically Lehia had to intervene.

“Stop it, stop it. Please, please.”

Leontine pulled back, but it was too late. Her mother was dead.

“What did you, what did you do.” Lehia said.

“I, I don’t know I just. I couldn’t stop.” Leontine said whilst shaking, her fist dripping with her own mothers blood.

“What are we going to do? They’ll kill you.”

“And then what’ll happen to you? There’s no way you can do my job, you’ll lose the house and then sooner or later, be meat for that monster out there.”

A few minutes passed during which Lehia did nothing but sob.

“We have to get out of here now.”

“What the house?? We can’t the Vandal’s outside.”

“I’m not just talking about the house. This entire village. We need to get out now.”

“The only thing out there is a desert filled with Demons.”

“There are other villages we can get too in the desert. Villages that have done better during the crisis, that aren’t dependent on those idiots in the city.”

“We can’t those monsters they’ll kill us.”

“If we stay here, we’re both as good as dead. Isn’t it better to try and make it across those badlands, than just sit back and wait for them to break my legs and throw me out with the Demons, or throw you out onto the streets where if the Vandal dosen’t get you, hunger will?”

To Be Continued

The Circus Master: The Curse of The Robots: Part 7


“What are you” one of the hordes of Demons that surrounded Denika and the others asked.

“What are we, well that’s a bit tricky. How do we explain the history of humanity in just a few minutes?” Denika said.

“We’re not great, but we’re a bit better than you lot? I think that covers it.” Denika joked much to the monsters annoyance.

“You have no idea the agonies we can dream up for you, the suffering we’ve seen in the pit, the”

Whilst the Demonic spirit was boasting, Denika summoned up a massive energy ball with all of her strength against the spirits, but as the smoke cleared she saw much to her horror that they weren’t phased at all.

“Well that was a bit anti climactic.” She said with regret.

The Demons then effortlessly knocked Denika and the others out, but their leader stopped them from going too far and killing either the time travellers or the slaves.

“No these are strange aliens, the leaders above will want to interrogate them.”

Up above in one of the mines Florence meanwhile had been completely overpowered by the Demonic spirits. She had fought valiantly, but she ultimately had no way of dispatching the Demons and they were able to dogpile on her.

The Demons however unlike with Denika and the others, were so enraged that they tried to kill Florence. Not knowing anything about the weaknesses of her breed of Vampire, the monsters tore large chunks of flesh out of her stomach. One of the Demons pulled her intestine out, whilst another stuck its hand right through her chest and grabbed her heart.

“Why won’t you die” The Demon screamed as it crushed her heart in its hands.

Suddenly however the Demons started to fade away into smoke. “What, what’s happening, what are you doing you freak.” The leader screamed at Florence.

“I have no idea. I wish I could take credit for it as it’s brilliant but sadly?” Florence said whilst spitting up blood.

The Demons in the mine soon all faded away into nothing but mist.

As Florence’s natural healing powers kicked in and she tried to stand she was helped by an alien similar to the slaves, but dressed in what looked like a military uniform.

“I assume you were responsible for this?” Florence asked as she held her guts in.

“Yes, my name is Cricex. I am a member of the resistance. The exorcism I used disipates the Demoninc spirit. It takes a few minutes to kick in. Hasn’t been useful in years as the machines these creatures normally wear protects them. Hardly anybody has bothered to learn the exorcism in fact apart from me. Thank you for ejecting the Demons from their robot bodies. I assume that was your doing?”

“No it wasn’t I don’t know who or what did that, or if it’s permanent or not, which is why we have to hurry.”

“Yes you’re right we need to make our way to control.”

Cricex lifted out a disc.

“This contains the enchantment that will banish the Demons as a code. If we find a way to stick this into their mainframe it will spread as a code throughout all of their machines, stopping them from climbing back into them.”

“But there will still be hundreds here?”

“Yes but we can banish them, also the Demons can’t stay in this reality for an extended period of time. They’ll eventually vanish back to their own world, which can then seal off.”

“Well let’s not waste any time then. They’ve taken one of my friends, the others, I’m not so sure of. I hope they got away. I know that some of them must have as I can’t imagine what else short circuited the Robots machines.”

“Wait I have to tell the prisoners here about the curse so they can defend themselves when more of the Demons come along.”

“You can’t worry about them now.” Florence said.

“We have an entire planet to think of.”

“I’m not going to leave them to those monsters.” He said firmly.

“Well in that case give me the curse, I can speed it up. I hope. I’m not sure this will work or if the magic will interfere. My hypnosis is very delicate you know, but still.” Florence said.

After reading the exorcism (and getting the prounication right which took Florence a few minutes much to her annoyance,) she was able to hypnotise the workers in the mine, many of whom had still just carried on working. Florence gave them to command to repeat the exorcism, which she then spoke, if any of the Demons arrived.

“I can’t guarantee that will work, but it’s the best we can do for now.” Florence said.

The ship Carlene and the Circus Master had stolen spun completely out of control. Only some very careful piloting by The Circus Master had managed to divert the ship from crashing into the largest mountain.

Carlene meanwhile tried to wake the Robot up but it was no use.

“It’s not like if you slap him he’ll wake up.” The Circus Master said. It had taken the Vandal a few minutes to get used to the controls. On his many travels through time and space the Demon had learned how to pilot many ships, but after a few false starts which nearly crashed the ship he had managed to barely get a handle of some of the controls. The technology was fairly primitive by the Vandals standards even if it was unfamiliar.

Unfortunately however just as the Circus Master had stablized the vessel, the Demonic horde had managed to catch up with them. The monsters had sat back and laughed in amusement as the vessel looked like it was going to crash, but now that it had begun to stablise the Demons weren’t prepared to let the prisoners slip away again.

Several of the monsters held the ship in place, whilst others phased through and started to attack.

Just as before the Circus Master was able to absorb the Demons. As more and more kept pouring through however he had to stop. He had gone far beyond his limit and “eaten” so many of the monsters that they their evil was now beginning to affect him.

Fortunately however the remaining Demons that had attacked fled. Demons were not known for their bravery.

Carlene and the Alien slave tried to help the Vandal up, but he still clutched his sides in agony.

“I can feel some of them inside me. See their memories. The pain they’ve lived through in their own hell dimension. No wonder they’re so angry all the time.” He joked, though Carlene looked worried he might not be kidding.

“You don’t actually mean that do you love?”

“No of course not, I just have a bit of indigestion, but I’m afraid I don’t think I can eat another one of those nasties without getting a really upset tummy.”

“There’s hundreds of them outside.” The slave said in panic. “What are we going to do.”

Just then the Robot raised its arm.

“Oh thank god love, I thought you were dead.” Carlene said as she tended to him.

“I have never been alive” the robot said in a faint voice.

“My power is about to go but.”

The Robot opened up its chest and handed Carlene an enchantment printed on a piece of paper.”

“Use this, it can hurt the Demons, but it might take a while to.”

The Robot then collapsed. With no choice Carlene read out the enchantment. (The Circus Master was in no fit state. He had collapsed on the floor, writhing from the pain in his stomach.)

After reading the spell aloud nothing happened, except that several more Demons came bursting through the walls screaming in rage.


The Demons had managed to bring the Strange Boy back to their headquarters. Along the way the child Vampire had killed one of the Demonic spirits by slashing at him, but the survivors had nevertheless managed to restrain the Demon child for now.

“It’s like us master.” One of the underlings said. “Only stronger. Even in our robot bodies.”

“I know. It caused a plague in the mine, infected so many of our workers. That thing set us back about 30 years in one afternoon. We should cut its head off now.”

“No please” one of the Demonic scientists at the back said.

“This is a creature from hell just like us, but it’s clearly higher up on the food chain than our kind.”

“That wouldn’t be difficult” Their leader said with regret.

“What’s even more fascinating is that when I get close to this creature I can sense there is something natural about it. Like there are still traces of a lesser natural in there. I want to find out what the key to this beasts secret is. Through any means necessary.”

On board the ship the Demons had completely swarmed the Circus Master. Whilst he had managed to fend a few off with his claws, the rest of the Demons had overwhelmed him and viciously beat and clawed at the Vandal.

The only thing that kept the Vandal alive was that the Demons didn’t know his kinds weaknesses and that they wanted to prolong his death. They slashed and slashed at him, and tore the Demons guts out, but he was still in more pain from the Demons inside.

Carlene meanwhile used the gas bombs from inside her beehive to try and slip through the Demons whilst protecting the slaves. The smoke did confuse the Demons, but as there were so many of them it didn’t really make much difference. They slashed blindly managing to hit Carlene, who searched frantically through her beehive for any Demon repellents, and the alien slave, who Carlene did her best to try and shield. Whilst he was hit several times, fortunately Carlene was able to shield him from any serious blows.

After a few minutes however the Demons all vanished.

“The spell it worked. Took its sweet time but still.”

“Great” The Circus Master said sarcastically as he held up his intestines.

“The good news is my stomach isn’t hurting anymore because those Demons tore all of my guts out.”

As Carlene helped the Circus Master up, again he found it difficult to stand more from the pain caused by the spirits possessing him. The Demon’s he had consumed weren’t simply consuming his stomach, but borrowing their way into his very soul.

Still the Vandal fought through the pain and took control of the ship once more. He only had minutes before the spells energy would dissipate and more Demons would becoming.

The Circus Master piloted the ship at a tremendous speed to the point where Carlene and the alien were thrown off of their feet, with Carlene managing to catch the alien before he plummeted down to the cargo hold as the Circus Master had upturned the ship as he took it higher.

The Circus Master took the ship out of the atmosphere of the planet in a couple of minutes and into space where it crashed into several metorites. Worse than that the ships engine was beginning to overheat too.

“Circus Master? Circus Master I think you need to.” Carlene said as she tried to crawl up the deck. By now the ship had been almost completely upturned.

Carlene could see that the Circus Master was not himself. His face had begun to twist into a more Demonic form, unlike a Vandal. She could also see that he was heading straight into a gigantic asteroid.

Hurling herself forward with her Vampiric strength. (Which was risky as she almost missed the Circus Master and went straight out of the window.) Carlene tackled the Vandal and pulled him off the controls, causing the ship to narrowly miss the asteroid.

The Circus Master however then jabbed his claws straight through Carlene’s stomach and spine.

The Vampire however reached into her beehive and pulled out a silver knife. (A weakness of the Circus Masters breed of Vandal) and stabbed it into his arm.

“I’m sorry darling but I don’t have time to talk this over.”

The Circus Master dropped Carlene and screamed from the pain in his arm. After he pulled it out however he then held it above his heart.

“I’ll do it, believe me I’ll do it.” The Vandal said after which the Demons began to release their hold on him, for now.

“Thank you Carlene. I’ve bitten off more than I can chew it seems.”

“I thought those Demons were supposed to die when you sucked em up?”

“Yes they normally are, but the fragments of various Demonic spirits have hung on in there and have merged together. It’s why I can’t eat too many at once, I have to wait until they’ve been completely dissolved or digested or whatever you want to call it.”

“So do we just exorcises them or something?”

“I’m afraid not, the creature possessing me isn’t a conventional Demon anymore. I have to overpower it and wait until it is consumed. If it takes over however then it can hold it off and.”

“I don’t mean to be rude or anything” the alien slave interrupted but we’re heading for that planet.

Up ahead the Circus Master and Carlene could see out of the front of the ship a small completely blue planet. The Vandal tried to take control of the ship, but unfortunately when the Demon had possessed him it had burnt out the engines.

There was nothing he could do.

To Be Continued.

Professor Fang: The Dark Side of the Moon: Part 7: The Poisoned Magic


The Professor jumped off of the back of his Pterosaur and onto the mutant that was attacking Kirsteen.

The Professors’s weight sent the winged Demon crashing down to the earth, and when it tried to get back up, the Professor started to wrestle with the monster until it crashed head first into the ground.

Unfortunately however Kirsteen’s Pterosaur had been so badly wounded that it too began to drop from the sky. Fortunately however with its last ounce of strength the Pterosaur made its way to a nearby small forest and crashed into the trees which broke Kirsteen’s fall.

The Professor ran towards the forest to find Kirsteen, with a few of the mutated Pterosaurs in pursuit. Fortunately his Vampiric speed allowed him to keep ahead of them no problem.

Whilst some of the horde of winged terrors were distracted Tiseia and Miscorak flew their Pterosaurs to the mountain. Lindsey’s Pterosaur instinctively followed, though she tried to resist it.

“No stop, stop.” She said. “I’m not leaving Kirsteen and the Professor.”

“We have no choice this could be our only chance of getting to the mountain.” Tiseia said.

“The Professor knows more about magic than the rest of us, we need him to fix the valley.” Lindsey protested.

Unfortunately she didn’t have much choice as the swarm of Pterosaurs soon diverted their attention back to Lindsey, Tiseia and Miscorak who were forced to flee to a nearby ledge on the mountain.

The Pterosaurs were unable to land on the ledge however as it was too narrow, and worse the flying reptiles began to panic as the Demonic horde zeroed in.

Knowing they wouldn’t have time to force the flying reptiles to land, Tiseia unshackled herself from her Pterosaur and jumped about 10 or so feet down to the ledge. Both Miscorak and Lindsey followed suit as the mutants descended on them.

Fortunately the mutant Pterosaurs were blocked off by the ledge aswell, which led into a small cave.

Tiseia, Miscorak and Lindsey’s Pterosaurs unfortunately however were torn apart by the mutant Pterosaurs as they tried to flee.

“I’m sorry” Lindsey said.

“We’ll be lucky to get out of this alive. If there’s even a small chance that our sacrifice could save this valley, we have to take it.” Tiseia said as she looked away from the gruesome spectacle above.

The Professor meanwhile had managed to meet up with Kirsteen who had been knocked unconscious after falling out of the tree, but the Professor was able to wake her.

“I hate to tell you Miss Williamson, but it wasn’t a dream.”

In the distance of the woodds, the two could see an Allosaurus battling a Stegosaurus. The Allosaurus seemed to have the upper hand in the battle, though it was still covered in a number of vicious cuts made by the Stegosaurus’ tail.

The Professor and Kirsteen slowly backed away, keeping hidden from both the Dinosaurs and the winged terrors above by the trees. More and more of the Pterosaurs began to gather above the forest however.

“We’ll have to leg it to that cave at the bottom of the mountain. Or rather I’ll have to leg it and carry you. I’m much faster.” The Professor said.

“Leg it? Are you mad?”

“Well I could throw you.”

As the Pterosaurs started to become more restless above, the Professor picked Kirsteen up and ran towards the cave. A swarm of hundreds of Pterosaurs headed in the Vampires direction, but the Professor managed to make it to the cave. Unfortunately however one of the Pterosaurs had been waiting in the cave already. It emerged just as the Professor was about to enter with Kirsteen in tow.

Snapping and biting at the two time travellers, with no choice the Professor threw Kirsteen into the Pterosaur’s body, knocking it back into the cave, before the horde swooped down on the time travellers.

Before the Pterosaur could get up the Professor jumped on its back and snapped the reptiles neck.

“You threw me into that thing, you” Before Kirsteen could even finish she and the Professor were again forced to flee as several of the Pterosaurs landed by the cave and walked in one after another.

Whilst they were more cumbersome on land, they were still dangerous at close quarters due to their powerful jaws.


“What do we do now?” Lindsey asked?

“The Professor was the only one who knew that spell, what even is the point of us being here?”

“We know magic too.” Mascorak said.

“It’s just getting there that’s the problem, though at least this is further than most of us have made it before.”

“That means nothing.” Tiseia said.

“Those flying horrors out there are just the start. The deeper we get into the mountain. The worse they’ll be.”

The three reluctant travellers pushed on down the long, dark tunnel ahead which ended in a chasm.

Below the trio could see a herd of five Triceratops stampeding out of the cave. They were being pursued by a nightmarish looking creature. Clearly some mutated form of large theropod Dinosaur.

It stood completely erect like a Kangeroo, whilst its flesh was dripping, slimy, saggy and pink. Its eyes were jet black like a shark, whilst its arms were much longer than any other meat eater’s fore arms (even Spinosaurus.)

It had a single, long metal horn sticking out of the front of its head, whilst its mouth was filled with massive teeth the same colour as its flesh. The teeth were so massive that even when it closed its mouth they overlapped. The mouth was also twisted into a nightmarish grin.

The monsters roar was more of a scream and despite standing over 20 feet tall, the beast move at a tremendous speed and caught up to one of the Triceratops in a matter of seconds. It pulled the Dinosaur away from the rest of its herd and jumped on the herbivores back, before delivering a series of bites and scratches to the Dinosaur. The mutant tore out massive chunks of the Ceratopsian’s flesh until it collapsed on the floor.

The Mutant then jumped on the back of another Ceratopsian and grabbed onto both of its horns. It pulled on both of them so hard that it ripped the horns clean out of their sockets.

The Mutant then stabbed the Triceratops over and over again with its own horns, before slicing its guts open with them.

Two of the Triceratops stood and fought with their attacker after being alerted by the cries of their kin.

The Mutant however dealt with them both swiftly. Weilding its previous victims horns like two swords the creature stabbed one of them into the first Triceratops eye, whilst with the second Triceratops it grabbed one of its horns, pulled its head up, and then stabbed the other into the bottom of its throat.

The monster then caught up with the final Triceratops which it jumped on the back of, and started biting. The Triceratops in desperation tried to shake it’s attacker off, but not only did the monster hold on tight it grabbed the Triceratops by both horns and pulled its face up. As the Triceratops ran frantically around, the monster steered it towards the wall where it crashed head first.

The animal was knocked out and whilst it was vulnerable the monster flipped it over on its side and started to disembowel the hapless hervivore.

“Remember the magic that created that abomination can affect us too.” Tiseia said in disgust.

“How do we know when to avoid it I mean is the air in here polluted with that magic?” Lindsey asked.

“No it will come in the form of a massive wave of blue energy through the cavern. We’ll just have to hope there is somewhere for us to hide when it strikes, as I don’t fancy our chances of outrunning it.” Tiseia continued.

“There’s no other way forward, we’re just going to have jump” Mascorak interrupted with reluctance as he looked at the disgusting spectacle ahead. (Lindsey and Tiseia had wisely looked away after the first Triceratops death.)

“Are you insane? We’d never make it across the chasm. ” Tiseia said.

“You have any other ideas? We can’t go back and we certainly can’t go down.” Mascorak said as he looked at the mutant theropod smearing itself in the Triceratops entrails.

“I’ll go first” Lindsey said.

She took a few minutes to warm up before making a massive jump about 6 or so feet in the air. She only just managed to make it to the very edge of the other side of the Chasm. She almost slid off, but she managed to jab her foot onto a small hole in the cliff edge below which allowed he to get a good grip.

Slowly Lindsey pulled herself up over the edge of the cliff, careful not to make any noise.

Mascorak was the next to jump over. To Lindsey’s surprise despite his somewhat larger, bulkier frame he actually managed to make the jump better than she did and landed on the other side. Unfortunately however when he landed, he caused a part of the cliff edge to crumble which instantly alerted the Mutant.

“Oh come on there is no way he could have heard that.” Lindsey sighed in frustration.

The giant came running down the cavern at a tremendous speed forcing Tiseia to jump, though she missed it, but fortunately Lindsey was able to catch her and pulled her up just before the Mutant arrived.

The freak Dinosaur however started to crawl up the chasm after them.

Lindsey, Tiseia and Mascorak bolted down the nearby tunnel which was too small for the Theropod to get down, Unfortunately however the beast was still able to reach its arm down the tunnel and grab onto Tiseia. Its claws knocked her down and then dug into her leg. Mascorak jumped onto the beasts fingers with all of his weight before they could pull her down, knocking them off, but the monster then slashed Mascorak across the chest which knocked him back almost out of the Dinosaurs reach.

Lindsey and Tiseia were able to pull their comrade to safety before the monster could grab him again.

“Can you stand.” Lindsey asked.

“Yes, yes I” as soon as he stood, Mascorak began to faint.

His wound started to sparkle.

“Its magic has infected him.” Tiseia said.

“And me too” she continued as she showed the tiny scratch made on her leg.

“It won’t be long before he changes into something like that creature. I’ve maybe got an hour if I’m lucky. You need to get out of here.”

“I can’t possibly survive on my own. Besides the Professor will have something that can reverse the infection I’m sure of it.”

“I doubt he will, but you’re right you probably won’t make it out of here on your own. You probably won’t make it out of here regardless, but as soon as we start to change run. Don’t try and reason with is, and certainly don’t try and outfight us. Just run, do you understand.”

Lindsey nodded, whilst Mascorak tried to stand on his own two feet.”

“I’m fine” he said whilst coughing.

“I’m not going to let some freak Dinosaur get in the way of protecting my valley.”


The Professor and Kirsteen had managed to lose the Pterosaur horde, but they were now lost in the maze like caves.

As they moved in closer to the centre of the mountain the Professor felt like he could hear something faint, like a voice in the distance.

Kirsteen could hear it too.

“I think it’s the Dragon” The Professor said.

“He’s trapped in here, he’s trying to reach us. What for I don’t know. We have to keep on our toes.”

“Oh and here was me thinking we could be laid back with hundreds of mutant Pterodactyls trying to eat us.”

“Pterosaurs Kirsteen. Oh god I feel like Lindsey now.” The Professor said.

Suddenly the roof of the cave began to shake.

Kirsteen started to get scared, but the Professor was more concerned by something else. He could sense magic from the distance. Powerful, concentrated magic heading their way.

“We have to move now” The Vampire said as the walls behind them began to break and a massive blue light came bursting through them.

To Be Continued





Devil’s World: The Beasts of Albion: The Black Room


Caroline and Simon tried to help the two guards overpower the King, but it was no use. He was in a state of rage and panic the likes of which they had never seen before. He would kick, bite and throw things at them whenever they got near.

Eventually however after a few minutes, one of the guards in desperation smashed a chair over the Kings head as he came charging at him. The guards and obviously Caroline had been holding back when trying to overpower the King, but with the Vampires fast approaching they couldn’t afford to anymore.

“I just hope I haven’t cracked his skull open or else this will all be rather pointless,” the guard said as he hoisted the Kings unconscious body over his shoulders.

Outside in the nearby corridor they could see one of the Vampires feeding on a guard.

The bloodsucker soon noticed the King and the others in its path and started hissing at them, blood dripping from its fangs. The beast moved at an incredible speed, but was blocked from grabbing Caroline by one of the guards who then tried to tackle the Demon.

The guard didn’t last long as the Vampire effortlessly pinned him to the ground and ripped his throat out with its teeth.

The other guard, Caroline, Simon and the King made their way down a nearby stair case. In the hall below they could see Vampires trying to fight their way in through the windows, only for the King’s elite force to try and hopelessly repel the undead Demons.

Regrettably Carlone, Simon and the guard were forced to abandon their comrades as the Vampires overpowered most of them and broke their way into the castle.

Caroline led the way as she at least knew where the King’s collection of dark magical artifacts were kept or rather where the portal to them was located.

She had never felt comfortable about her fathers collection of the black arts. Ironically they were just about the only thing she clashed with him on. Whilst she didn’t mind keeping some, harmless Demons and Goblins as pets (or rather slaves.) She felt the King was taking too many risks with the black arts and always tried to convince him to destroy his collection.

Now however ironically they were seemingly the kingdoms only choice as more and more guards and police fell to the Vampires. It wasn’t even a battle, as the guards despite fighting valiantly weren’t able to slow the Vampires down for a second. By the time Caroline, Simon and the guard had reached the end of the hall, all of the King’s guards had already been slaughtered. They were only able to slip away because the Vampires didn’t notice them in their bloodlust, they had only focused on butchering the elite guards.

Outside of the castle, Agnes and Robin had managed to sneak their way into the courtyard, keeping hidden from the Vampires who again were more focused on making their way into the castle.

Agnes had the same idea as Caroline to try and use the King’s dark magics against the Vampires. The King had only shared the knowledge of this secret collection with his family, but Robin through trickery had been able to find out about it, and the enchantment that created a door to the room. (Though the room, even with the enchantment could only be accessed from the lowest level of the castle.)

Robin wasn’t happy about going to the room again however. Even in this crisis.

“I still think we should just get the hell out of here. The King’s favourite cars are just round the back, we could use them to fly over this city with a little adjusting from my magic like I did with that other car.” Robin said to a frustrated Agnes who really didn’t feel like arguing again.

“We’d never make it. You were lucky you didn’t blow us up the first time. Besides if these Vampires have found a way to make themselves unkillable, they could override all of albion in weeks. Who knows if there’s anywhere we can run to. We have to find some way to destroy those monsters here.”

“Fighting those Vampires is not our responsibility. We’re just a couple of freaks, we’re not warriors. Besides Vampires only feed on humans. Maybe if we surrended they’ll let us go. Hell maybe if we make out we hate the King, they’ll let us join their army and then we can scarper.”

Agnes was overcome with disgust.

“Wow I knew you were a coward, but.”

“I’m just being practical. What do you think we’re going to come charging out of that mini hell dimension and slay an army of hundreds of unkillable Vampires by ourselves? We are at the bottom of the heirarchy of Albion and you know it. I’m a third rate, 10th rate trickster. You’re the only one of your kind along with your brother. The only way we can survive is not by fighting, but siding with whoever is in charge. That’s the only reason we stayed with our kidnapper, the King. What makes kissing up to the Vampires any different.”

“The Vampires are evil!”

“Why because they kill humans? Humans are lesser creatures to them. The king slaughters animals he considers lesser creatures, and he doesn’t even always eat them. He kills them for sport, at festivals togive his daughter a new shiny coat, and he also persecutes intelligent life forms like us for being different. He locks us up and turns us into his playthings. That is until we get too inconvenient for him, then he just leaves us to die.”

“That’s what this is about isn’t it? Esician. I hope that’s what it is.”

“Why don’t you shut up about that. You know that’s low going for that.”

“We’re all going to die soon anyway, what harm can it be voicing my suspicions now? Just a few days after you started boasting to me and the other pets about having a way into the dark room, Esician went insane. You took her in there didn’t you? It was something in there that drove her.”

“I said shut up!” Robin shouted as he hoisted Agnes 10 or so feet into the air.

“You idiot, put me down! The Vampires will see us.”

“See you maybe, and eat you while I can just slip away.”

“You wouldn’t want that. For all your talk, the fact is that you are still guilty about what happened to Esician. Whatever it was you’re so ashamed you’d rather the Vampires kill you than have to face it again. With this in mind I know you wouldn’t want my death on your conscience too. Or the deaths of all the people the Vampires will kill when there was a chance, no matter how ridiculously small we could have stopped them.”

Robin came to his senses before any of the Vampires climbing the tower spotted Agnes and lowered her back to the ground.

“Okay, but I warn you what’s in that room is probably worse than what’s out here. The king really is in an idiot. He has no idea what he has created by gathering all of those magics and creatures together. Remember it’s not just spells, he stuffed any monster he couldn’t just keep as a cuddly, lovable little pet like you and me in there.”

Caroline, Simon, the guard and the King had reached the dining room on the bottom floor. Fortunately most of the Vampires had already made their way to the top, though the bodies of the guards and the servants littered the halls.

Caroline uttered the words that opened the portal to the dark room, but nothing happened.

“You must have said them wrong.” Simon said in panic.

“No he’s changed the password, he must have. He always suspected that Esician found her way in there. Silly Goblin. Father, father please you need to tell me.”

“Maybe I can help” Robin said as he and Agnes crawled in through a nearby window.”

“You little toad.” Caroline spat at the sight of Robin.

“You did this to him I know it.”

“Yes I did. He kidnapped us, what do you expect?”

“He let you live in his castle, share in his wealth”

Yes, yes I know, but here’s the deal, I’ll undo the rather hilarious curse if you promise not to kill me when this is over.” Robin said with a faux confidence.

“You little freak you are in no position to bargain.”

“Well if I’m dead anyway what’s the point. At least I might be able to bargain with the Vamps.”

Agnes rolled our eyes.

“I guess they didn’t kill enough of our friends for you to see what monsters they are.” Agnes said.

As the sound of the ravenous bloodsuckers grew ever closer Caroline agreed to the Goblin’s demands and assured him that no matter what she would not let the King harm him if they managed to make it out of this.

Robin quickly undid the enchantment, after which Caroline explained to the King what had happened.

It was too much for the King to take in, but when Agnes dragged him to the window and showed him the Vampires outside, tearing his kingdom apart he nearly fainted.

“Long story short we need access to the dark room” Agnes said.

“I warn you, if we go in there we may never come out.”

“Well this isn’t exactly a place we’d want to come back to now anymore is it?” Agnes replied

The king chanted the new ritual, and again nothing happened for a few seconds which caused Simon to scream in frustration.

Suddenly however a mass of black magic came firing across the room burning everything in its path. The guard was only just able to push both Caroline and the King away in time.

The portal soon opened up. It was so dark that no one could see anything inside, though they could hear screaming.

“It doesn’t look very inviting, but we have to get in now.” The King said.

Entering through the portal was painful enough. It felt like they were being biten and clawed at by hundreds of tiny, vicious little creatures for a few minutes. Finally the pain stopped and they were surrounded by a seemingly empty dark void, except for they what looked like a gigantic cauldron in front of them.

“We made it.” The King said.”I’d know that anywhere, it’s Bran the Blessed’s cauldron. It can raise the dead. His head is around here somewhere too.”

“Yes well that’s all very horrible, but is there anything we can use against the Vampires.” Agnes said.

“I’m not sure, we’ve never encountered Vampires like them have we. We need to be careful though. Originally before I cut this room off from the rest of the castle using magic, I had guards placed in here. Unfortunately being around the black magic for so long it, changed them.”

“How” Robin asked.

The King didn’t answer as even he couldn’t admit what he done to his loyal men.

“Let’s just hope you don’t have to find out. Some of the more extreme creatures I have captured over the years were locked up in here too.”

“Were locked up” the guard asked.

We have to keep walking through the black. Nothing will become visible until we get near it. Sadly that includes the creatures.”

“You idiot, why didn’t you try and do something about it.” Robin asked.

“I did. Many warriors have been sent in her to try and tame these beasts, but they have all failed. For years all that has protected my kingdom has been the forcefield I created from the magics in here to seal it off.”

Suddenly Agnes noticed two large red eyes in the distance. They were both about 4 feet long and two feet tall.

As the eyes drew closer they were followed by a hideous hissing sound. A gigantic reptillian face soon came into view.

“The Lambton Worm.” The King said in horror.

To Be Continued

Devil’s World: The Beasts of Albion: The Vampire Invasion



The pale figures slowly gathered around the Green child and the Goblin who backed towards the pub.

“I’ve wanted a piece of this city for some time now.” One of the figures, a young woman, who appeared to be the leader said.

“Smug King thinks he can control the black arts. He’s about to get a nasty surprise.” The woman sneered.

Agnes and Robin darted back into the pub, but when they tried to close the door behind them, the pale figures smashed the door down, and sent both Robin and Agnes crashing to the floor.

“Well, well, look at you drinking, having a good time. No idea what’s about to come your way.” One of the pale figures said before hissing and baring their fangs.

All of the patrons backed down. The people of Jisican had fleetingly seen stories of these monstrous creatures called Vampires on the news, but they had always believed that their kingdom in particular was safe. The King of Jisican was apparently a good friend of Vincent Carradini, the Vampire King of Albion. They two had even supplied each other with magical artifacts and spells. This naturally made Jisican one of the few places in Albion safe from Vampires. (Consequently anti Vampire propaganda was also mostly prohibited in Jisican.)

Peter reached under the bar and pulled out his shotgun.

“Keep back bloodsuckers.” Peter said nervously.

“You know nothing old man. Go ahead” The Vampire laughed.

Peter’s gun was actually loaded with silver bullets, a weakness of this particular breed of Vampire. (The most common breed of Vampire in Albion. Even the people of Jisican knew that.) Silver was a common weakness of many Demon species. The King’s fascination with the occult had its benefits. He knew the most common Demon weaknesses and insisted that his people all keep silver weapons, as well as other common Demon repellents of some kind in their homes and places of work.

Peter aimed for the Vampires heart, but it did nothing. He shot again and again only for the Vampire to laugh each time.

The Vampire then walked up to one of the terrified patrons and ripped the crucifex she was brandishing from her hand and crushed it to dust.

The leader of the Vampires then pounced over the bar and and grabbed Peter’s gun which she used to blow his head clean off.

The rest of the Vampires started to attack the patrons. They were like sharks in a feeding frenzy, tearing people’s limbs off, fighting with one another for certain kills.

Agnes and Robin were cornered against a wall by the original Vampire that had come to inspect the pub.

Agnes tried to smash a bottle over its head, but the Vampire didn’t even react.

“That wouldn’t have hurt me even before I was a Vampire. I’ve known fairies who hit harder than that.” The Vampire laughed.

Agnes however in response stabbed the broken upper half of the bottle into the Vampires eye which caused it to double back in pain.

Agnes then smashed a chair over it’s head which knocked the bloodsucker to the ground. When she and Robin tried to flee however 3 more Vampires surrounded them.

Robin tried to conjure up more tricks, but again they had no effect on the bloodsuckers.

The only thing that saved Agnes and Robin was the fact that several of the Vampires began to fight over who got to taste the green child’s blood first.

Whilst the bloodsuckers were squabbling, Agnes picked up a chair and smashed a nearby window. She and Robin then fled into the streets outside without looking back. As much as they hated it, they had no choice but to leave the other patrons as there was nothing they could do against the Vampires.

Outside however was not much better. Vampires were flying through the air, breaking into homes, feeding on people in the streets. Normally a Vampire of this breed could not enter a house unless invited.

“We need to get to the castle.” Agnes said. “He’ll have something for these bloodsuckers.”

Agnes and Robin took refuge behind a nearby car. Up ahead the Vampires had begun to burn down some buildings. Most of the monsters weren’t even feeding, they were just slaughtering the villagers for their own twisted amusement.

The police were just as helpless against the bloodsuckers as Peter had been. None of their Demon repellents were even able to slow the Vampires down. Worse still the Kings other supernatural pets were not faring much better either. Goblins, trolls, some species of Demon, they had all gathered in the city to enjoy themselves whilst the King was incapacitated, but the Vampires were tearing them apart too.

It wasn’t even that the Vampires were stronger than all of the Demons the King had gathered, but they were just so much more vicious and numerous that none of the King’s pets had a chance.

Robin using his magic slowly opened the door to the car he and Agnes were hiding behind and started it up. He was very careful not to make a sound.

“We need to get out of Jisican.” Robin said.

“No my brother is still with the King. If you think I’m leaving him behind, you’re stupider than I thought. Besides like I said the King will have something in the castle. I’m sure of it. He might not be in the best position to take on the Vampires though after you’re stupid little prank.”

“I’m sorry Agnes I.”

“Save it, we have to do all we can to help him now.”

Agnes drove her car through several Vampires up ahead. The Cars like most of the technology in this world, ran on magic. Whilst Vampires had a greater immunity to spells and the black arts than most natural or even paranormal creatures, there was still enough concentrated magic in the vehicle to send the Demons flying through the air.

The car was really nothing more than a hollowed out gigantic piece of metal with holes for windows and a very basic door. The car like all vehicles in Albion was completely propelled by a transparent field of magic around it (that made the husk hover a few feet above the ground.) The magic was only visible under the car where it took on the form of a blue energy field. The inside of the car meanwhile was made entirely of magic too.

The car sped through the streets of the city dodging a few Vampire who attempted to leap onto the vehicle as it sped past. All around, Agnes and Robin could more people fleeing in vehicles, though most had crashed into buildings, whilst others had been swarmed by packs of Vampires, who in some cases had managed to rip through both the magical barriers and the metal to get to the victims inside.

Agnes was suddenly forced to stop the car as up ahead in the main square of the city were dozens of Vampires gathered round in a feeding frenzy, tearing civilians and police officers apart.

She tried to back the vehicle away slowly so as not to draw the attention of the Vampires in the frenzy, but as she did a young woman threw herself at the car, or rather the barrier surrounding the car.

Her neck was bleeding,her clothes were ripped and her face was covered in scratch marks.

“Please, please those things they killed my husband you have to help me.”

“We can’t, she’s been bitten. She’ll turn into one of them.” Robin said coldly.

Agnes knew he was right and continued to back the car away, completely ignoring her pleas, but unfortunately as she backed up the woman became more frantic and she drew the attention of some of the Vampires from the frenzy. Six of the bloodsuckers ran towards the car, and Agnes in response quickly drove backwards, leaving the poor woman behind who was dogpiled on by three of the Vampires.

Unfortunately however as Agnes backed up, she saw that a horde of Vampires were emerging from the other end of the street, as well as breaking out of and crawling down several of the buildings, hissing, baring their fangs and covered in the blood of their victims.

“There has to be something, Robin any magic tricks you know, anything.” Agnes said frantically as the Vampires from all ends closed in. There were far too many of the monsters for Agnes to simply try and ram through them like before.

Robin in desperation tried to force more of his magics into the cars power centre, or rather its engine. The centre however could only hold so much magic at the one time, and the excess amount of magics could either give it a temporary bust before burning itself out, or blow it up.

Robin wasn’t worried about the latter however. It would still be a more pleasant death than whatever the Vampires had in mind for them.

Robin’s magic caused the energy field at the bottom of the car to turn green before shooting off into the sky.

The car smashed its way through several buildings, across the city before plummeting back down to earth.

Just as the car was about 50 or so feet from the city ground, Robin jumped out of the vehicle, pulling Agnes with him. Robin used his magics to slowly lower them to the village floor. It took him a few minutes and left him drained for a short while afterwards. Fortunately the car had landed miles up ahead. Closer to the castle, but still a good distance away.

The Vampires in the immediate area attention was drawn by the car smashing into a nearby buildingso much, that they didn’t even notice Agnes and Robin.

As they lowered themselves to the ground, the Goblin and the Green woman could see several Vampires crawling up the walls of the Kings castle like spiders in the distance. The guards on the armaments were pouring holy water on the Vampires, and shooting at them with silver tipped arrows, but the monsters continued to climb the castle unfazed.

“The king’s just as helpless as everybody else.” Robin said.

“We have to get out of here.”

“No not while Simon is still in the castle. You want to leave? Fine, I won’t stop you, but I’m not going to leave my brother.”

“Okay fine” Robin grumbled. “I probably wouldn’t make it through those bloodsuckers on my own anyway.”

In the castle, the King was still suffering the effects of Robin’s curse. Both Simon and the King’s actual daughter, Caroline had been by his bed the entire time.

A large part of Simon’s devotion to the King were his feelings for Caroline. Agnes and Caroline had never gotten on however. Caroline felt the green woman was arrogant and ungrateful towards her father for letting Agnes live in his castle. Agnes meanwhile regarded Caroline as nothing more than a spoiled brat.

Caroline’s hatred for Robin however was even greater than Simon’s. She knew he was behind this. She didn’t have any proof as the Goblin covered his tracks well, but she instinctively knew and as soon as her father was better she was going to convince him to execute the tiresome Goblin.

Simon kept quiet about Robin’s involvment only for Agnes’ sake.

Robin’s magic had some unintended sied effects on the King. The paranoia the magic created about the Kings clothes had reached such an extent that the King was lying next to his bed, naked, curled up, to afraid to touch anything or look anyone in the eye.

Neither Simon nor Caroline had even come close to bringing him out of this state, and every time they got near him he would attack them.

“Please father, wake up. The Vampires are attacking, we can’t hold them off. Tell me, how do I access the dark magics you keep locked up?”

The King foolishly only trusted himself with his magics.

“Please father I know you can hear me in there, if you don’t help me now, the Vampires will tear this city apart, everything you have ever worked for.”

One of the guards suddenly came barging into the room.

“Princess, we have to get the King to safety now. The Vampires have scaled the tower.  We have no way of fighting them.

To Be Continued

Devil’s World: The Beasts of Albion: The Green Children

Sorry things have been a bit quiet here recently. It’s been a bit hectic dealing with a family member who was seriously ill during the lockdown. Things will be back to normal soon. In the meantime enjoy for the first few parts of a project I’ve been working on in secret for some time. This is the first in a series which is set in an alternate universe where Demons, Vampires, Werewolves and Witches are all common knowledge and mankind uses magic instead of science. Each “series” will take place in a different country and feature creatures and myths from each country. The first series takes place in Britain and will feature a wide range of English, Scottish, Irish and Welsh monsters and Demons. Enjoy!

“I’m fed up of your stupid little pranks Robin” Agnes said.

“One of these days he’s going to find out it was you and then we’ll all be for the chop.”

“Oh come on, you know he’d never do that. We’re too valuable for him.” Robin said whilst barely able to contain his laughter at the King’s predicament.

“I wouldn’t bet on it. The woods are filled with freaks and monsters. I’m sure he could find something to replace us, two green children and a smarmy Goblin aren’t that special.”

“Well maybe but as long as you keep your mouth shut he won’t know.”

“You can count on that. I suppose I should thank you. At least we have the day off now.”

Agnes one of the two green children, along with her brother Simon, and Robin Goodfellow had been among the many supernatural creatures captured by the King of Jisican.

The King had a fascination with the occult and would often send his men on wild goose chases to recover some rare artifact or supernatural creature that he would then keep in his castle.

Agnes and Simon were arguably the prize of his collection however, as they were among the rarest creatures in all of Albion. Two Green children who had mysteriously appeared near the village of Woolpit in Sussex. Nobody, including the children themselves who suffered from amnesia knew who they were, or were they had come from.

The children soon became the pride of Woolpit, until the King’s spies were able to capture them in the middle of the night. Neither were particularly bothered as they didn’t really have any ties to Woolpit, having always just been a freakshow attraction there too.

Robin meanwhile was a lone Hobgoblin that had been abducted from the forest, though again he had no ties to his home, that was a dark, wild place filled with Demons and creatures.

Despite this however neither Agnes, Robin or indeed most of the creatures the King had abducted had time for him as he would generally tend to keep them locked away from the rest of the kingdom and force them to entertain him.

He would reward them if they did, and even in some instances let them play outside, but generally speaking The King preferred to keep his supernatural creatures to himself.

As he got older and slower however the King would often fall victim to his Goblin’s pranks. They would often perform various curses on him, from the magics he had accumulated. They were never severe, though they could be quite cruel.

Robin’s latest prank was a mild form of a Dark magic that would normally cause the victim to rip their own skin off. Robin’s spell however simply made the King tear all of his clothes off and then refuse to put them on for a day. Worse this was during a day of a huge celebration in the city.

Agnes felt that Robin had gone too far this time. They’d be lucky if the King didn’t destroy all of his magics and execute all of the creatures he had locked up just to be sure.

Still at least for today the Hobgoblin and the Green lady could enjoy themselves at the tavern. They were always the most popular guests there. Robin loved entertaining the guests with his tricks, whilst Agnes would often make up tall tales about the place she had come from. Even she had difficulty keeping track of all the ridiculous things she had made up about her homeland, from Golden Dinosaurs, to singing apples, to trees made of fire!

Today however she wasn’t really in the mood for such theatrics.

“Give me a scotch on the rocks Peter will you.”

“Is everything all right?” He asked as he knew that was always a sign of trouble for Agnes.

“It’s just Simon. We had a huge fight.”

“Oh dear, I know how bad it can be between siblings. Even if he does come from another dimension.”

“You’d think we’d get along a lot better, what with being the only two green people in possibly this entire universe.”

Sadly Agnes couldn’t really divulge anymore about her fight with Simon. In contrast to Agnes and Robin, Simon had extreme loyalty to the King. Simon was only 8 when the King first abducted the two Green Children, whilst Agnes was 15. They had been in his custody for over 8 years now, and despite his somewhat callous treatment of them, Simon had come to see the King as a father figure. He had been tempted to turn Simon in for humiliating him, but had only relented because of Agnes. Still things had gotten quite ugly between them and Simon had decided to spend the night helping to look after the King and try and break the curse.

“Cheer up love” Peter said. “I’m sure whatever problems you and your little brother have, you’ll resolve them and get back to that land of dancing Octopuses.”

“Oh eh yes, quite.”

At the other end of the bar meanwhile a strange, deathly pale mans attention was suddenly drawn towards Agnes. She didn’t notice him until he had gotten a little to close.

“Excuse me is there something I can do for you.” Agnes said. She was used to dealing with lecherous drunks. Her green skin made her more of a prize to the men of the village.

The figure reached out and grabbed her breast. His hand was so cold to the touch that Agnes fell back off of her chair. Robin quickly helped her up, whilst the pale man giggled.

“I’d hoped you’d have a greater constitution. You’re so, human under that green skin. Still I can have some fun with you anyway.” He said whilst reaching out.

Agnes however punched him in the face and though she sent the creep tumbling backwards, again her hand was burned off of his cold face.

Peter soon grabbed the figure and threw him out.

“Agnes I’m so sorry you had to deal with that.”

“It’s okay.” She said rubbing her hand to try and get some feeling into it.

“I do hope that guy isn’t the kings latest little pet.”

“What do you mean?” Peter asked?

“Did he not seem a bit off. I mean more than just being a creep.”

“We’d be the first to know if there was a new supernatural creature brought in to the castle.” Robin said.

“There’s no way any other creature could get into Jisican.” He continued.

“No I suppose not, there was just something about that man.”

“He was just another creep. We don’t get too many of them in here you know, but you tend to remember them more than your nice customers.” Peter said.

As the night went on, Agnes became a bit more sociable and started to regail several of the patrons with more fabulous tales from her supposed homeland. She’d spend hours thinking them up in the King’s castle for her next trip to the tavern.

It was Robin however who held most of the bars attention with his tricks. Towards the end of the night however, the Goblin was challenged by a patricularly large patron named Brian.

Brian had it in for the Goblin ever since one of the imp’s little spells left him thinking he was the King (which got Brian a year in prison for his troubles.)

Brian had tried to let it go, as he was on probation, but the more the insufferable little braggard kept boasting, the more impossible it became.

“All right you little freak” Brian said as he towered over the tiny little creature, with most of the other patrons backing away. Brian stood almost 7 feet tall, whilst Robin in contrast was barely five foot.

“We know you can do some tricks, but that’s just because you’re a little pipsqueak who’s not good for anything, and personally I think it was you that cursed the King.”

Robin let out a fake laugh.

“Why would I do that? He took me in, I love that man”. The Goblin said unconvincingly.

“You know how it is, all those dark magical artifacts he’s stolen. They’re always backfiring on him.”

“It seems like the type of stupid thing you’d do.” Brian said as he grabbed the Goblin’s throat.

“Now, now no trouble here.” Peter said.

“Funny you let him back in here after what he did to me.”

“That was only because of what you did to Sarah.”

“I know what you did to her. You’re lucky you only got a year. I’d hoped the King would take your head clean off. I’m just saying what everyone else is thinking.”

Brian slammed the Goblins head hard onto the bar.

Agnes tried to pull Brian off, but with one hit he sent her flying across the bar.

Two more barflies pulled Brian off of the Goblin, but he soon threw them away. Robin then punched Brian in the stomach, but he barely hurt the hulking brute.

Brian lifted Robin into the air by his lapels and barked at him.

“Not much without your, your” He suddenly started to choke.

No one bothered to help him at first. They all had suspicions over Sarah’s death after all. Eventually Brian coughed up a small red egg.

“Did you have chicken for dinner tonight.” Robin said.

“What did you do to me?”

“Trust me that punch was more than it seemed.” The Goblin laughed as the egg hatched into a black, red eyed, demonic Chicken that grew to be over 5 feet tall.

The Chicken screeched and jumped at Brian who ran out of the door and into the streets with the Chicken in pursuit.

“What did you do?” Agnes asked.

“Relax, I just conjured up an illusion. It was a Demonic image of the last animal he ate. Some people can actually conjure up real Demonic spirits of the last animal someone ate or killed to take revenge on it’s killer. I’m pretty sure my one was just an illusion though. Well we’ll know if Brian’s body is found with peck marks tomorrow.”

“Robin” Peter barked.

“I’m just kidding. He’ll get a little fright that’s all. I did so hope it had been a chicken he’d eaten last.”

“I’m not saying he didn’t deserve it, but I really wish you wouldn’t keep messing around with these magics. One of these days you’re going to.” Agnes stopped.

“Let’s just get home. The King’s probably better now and furious.”

It was pitch black outside, but the beauty of Jisican still shone through the darkness. The King’s supernatural collection had helped him through various magics and trades, build up Jisican into being one of the greatest cities in all of Albion.

Agnes and Robin normally loved taking their time on the walk home as they so rarely got to see the city in all it’s glory, but this time was a little different.

“Honestly Robin what were you thinking? A few hours after you curse the King.”

“All right keep it down.”

“You then do the same thing to Brian in front of a tavern full of people.”

“It was like I said the King has all sorts of crazy magic in that palace of his. This can easily just be seen as an example of that if you keep your mouth shut. Remember when he lost a servant to a hell dimension? Or when he accidentally revived his grandfather as a Zombie? I’m still convinced he keeps him in the attic. The way I see it the King get’s people in trouble all the time by messing about with magics. It’s only fair that it should happen to him.”

“Yes well forgive me for not believing you wanted to avenge the memory of a servant whose name you probably don’t even remember. I think you just like being able to push people around.”

Before Robin could protest, their argument was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a scream in the distance.

“What is that?”

“Probably Brian being menaced by a chicken.” Robin giggled to himself.

The moaning suddenly became a lot louder.

Agnes, ignoring Robin’s idea of just going back to the castle checked out the alley nearest to the tavern and saw much to her horror the letch from the pub, holding a young woman in his arms and biting her neck.

The letch looked up, blood dripping from his mouth, his eyes now burning red. The creep licked his lips and dropped the woman to the floor.

Robin tried to conjur up a magical illusion, but it disipated as soon as it hit the pale man.

“Pathetic. Want to know how many Goblins I’ve killed?” The creep said as he bared his fangs.

As Agnes and Robin prepared to run in the opposite direction they suddenly saw more pale figures emerging from the nearby alleys and even in some cases crawling down the sides of the nearest buildings.

To Be Continued